I sit in my basement.
And I watch others live their lives.
I'm not enough.
And my friends are worried.
And my family is worried.
It's happened, I'm sick again.

And then I go somewhere safe.
I feel better one day.
And better the next.
There's bad days too.
But I see tomorrow.

never apologize for the way
on your darkest of days
you may enter a phase
that feels a lot like
gravitational
collapse
you are an interstellar being
these broken parts of you
are star-glowing matter
the pieces have a path
they’ll always
gravitate
back
and when they do... their
new density will display
an even greater array
of the Light
That is
You
embrace your fragility
it holds your Power
to  t r a n s f o r m
..the same divine
ability is how a
nebula is
born

A christmas present I have
more valuable than gold,
with his caring heart aimed at me.

Priceless like sun that shines
with his rays of encouragement.

Precious to me as I stand
at the beginning of a new year.

A Christmas present
I received today
for ears to ring
inside phone lines,
and heart to sing
by his selfless gesture.

Who's roots are entwined
through friendship
for more than 42 years
and counting.

His name is George Young.
Thank you,
for you made me smile
with hope when face muscles
almost forgot how.

there’s a
thorn
stuck inside
my chest,
it throbs in pain
every ****
time when
someone says
your name


✧˚⁺✧༚⁎˚⁺˳✧

If the sea was the
sky and the sky was the sea
"It'd rain everyday

Dear Santa

all i want for Christmas is a penny lover
a women that enjoys the small things in life
the lincolns instead of the benjamins
thrift instead of trendy
peanut butter instead of steak
my bottom shelf written poems instead of polish
the small things in life, Santa
the small things
is that too much to ask for
your gift to me
sans the star spangled spangled
the fireworks
the silver, glitter and confetti
i would endear
can you help me Santa
i dream
i dream real
a simple snowfall
me with her on the bunny trail
doing the bunny hop
later sharing a hot cocoa
borrowing heat, and time
Santa in my dream
i can see my mirror
a pincher
a thinker
wrapped pretty
maybe in ancient ski gear and attire
but together
and maybe in love
santa, in retrospect
i ask for a lot
because my heart would be filled
Merry Christmas

Logan Robertson

12/3/17